Tuesday, October 30, 2007

The Pope over steps his mark.

Seriously, I really wish these old rich men would keep their noses out of everyone's business.He's not likely to ever need emergency contraception now is he? Pharmacists should do their damn job and leave the moralizing to rich old men who have no wives or children, who we the public can then freely ignore.

26 Comments:

Its most interesting you should talk of this, the Pope is an auld bollix but our fucking doctors or pharmacists aren’t much better. Normally humility would prevent me from divulging such information but as I am anonymous, I needed this last week, the good people in the Well Woman’s ask no questions but as there is only one (maybe 2) of them to facilitate the entire south side you have little chance of getting an appointment in an “emergency”. So off to the GP who decides in a round about way one should have been more responsible and couldn’t possibly give a prescription as I failed to have some gay girlie test. If the medical profession are all ready reluctant to give the Morning After that fucking doorknob of a Pope is only going to aggravate the situation. He is brainwashing people. Bastard.

The 'conscientious objectors' already exist and are out in force. There are loads of pharmacies where the pill is not sold and some where the condom is not sold. As for the morning-after pill, while not illegal in any way in Ireland, there are hospitals who will not dispense it and pharmacies that will not dispense it.

I'm not comfortable with this kind of opt-out clause. If it is decided that a particular treatment (stuck for a word here, treatment is not the right word) is appropriate in Ireland, then you shouldn't have to second-guess who might or might not have it.

What if some pharmacist decided that MRSA was Natural and therefore it is wrong to intervene?

Also, when a baby is dead in the womb and a miscarriage is obviously in progress, a woman should not be made carry the infant 'until nature takes its course' (can sometimes take two weeks). Yet that is the law now.

There useed to be a pharmacy on Camden street that wouldn't sell comdoms, it might still be there for all I know.As EC prohibits implantation and ergo the creation of a life I don't see what a pharmacist might object to. On the subject of the pope, he knows catholics are routinely using birth control these days and the church are losing the numbers game. He doesn't give a flying fuck whose life gets ruined by his dogma as long as the numbers stay up.

That Pope, what a guy! He's a total laugh a minute... beatifying all those persecuted fascist religious nuts in Spain during the civil war?! Next he'll be making Franco a saint! Will someone please remind him about the Spanish Inquisition.

I'm pissing myself here....not from the post or the comments, but I've just given you a shout and added you to my blogroll over on my blog, which is mostly frequented by people who may be somewhat taken aback at the pope being called a dirty nazi and such.

I’m shocked heh he he he. I don’t mind religion but the Pope, the little third still dominates our county. I’m sick of having to do a song and a dance to get what you are entitled to. It is his fault. If an ordinary person were to say such things they’d be lynched.

they're all the same...catholics, fundamentalists muslims,jews and christians...substitute the particular vernacular and they're all about telling YOU what's best for you because, sugar, god told them so!

That's because they have it from 'on high'. Utter nonsense really. I've said it often enough, I don't mind religious folk and a lot of them do very good work, but when they interfere with the workings of the secular, i.e the likes of me, they should be given the boot.Right ho, jammies and sleep.

Just going on a tangent here..but my pope story. I was filming in Spain when last popie was on his death bed. I asked the guy at our hotel (English wasn't his strong point), 'Has. The. Pope. Died. Yet?''?''The Pope?''Pay-per?''The Pope?''?''Old guy, white hat, dying?' (I banged my heart and looked like I was croaking).'?' (Spanish ears attempting to understand New Zealand accent can be trying for both parties.) 'Pope, the Pope, old guy, you guys think he's the shiz, millions don't! I'm talking about THE POPE!''Arrgh!!!' The penny dropped.He bowed in a prayer like manner, 'El Papa!' 'Yeah, him. Dead yet?'Didn't get great service after that.

I can imagine. I was driving aaround Valencia in a taxi when Rat came to visit there, snubbing Barcelona if you don't mind, but the prime minister at the time Athnar didn't come to meet him and my cabbie was almost beside himself with fury.

Queenie, I will take a gander right after a second coffee.You're right Manuel, normally he's so cheery and sweet and tolerant of life.

You actually make it seem really easy along with your presentation however I find this topic to be actually something which I think I would by no means understand. It seems too complex and extremely huge for me.

I'm taking a look ahead to your next post, I will try to get the cling of it!

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